Post by Dylan Thomas on Aug 23, 2019 3:32:50 GMT -6
Dylan Thomas and his wife Lissandra are en route to New York City at about two O’ Clock, for Dylan’s interview with renowned talk show host and comedian Conan O’ Brien. They are taking their private jet that the Thomas’s keep at LAX airport. Dylan is already flying like he’s world heavyweight champion and he couldn’t be more smug about it.
The power couple to end all power couples is sat opposite one another enjoying ice cold champagne and laughing and joking. Dylan is wearing one of his favourite suits – dark pastel grey with navy blue shirt and dark tie. Lissandra meanwhile is looking stunning as always in a white dress with high heels. Her long black hair straight down her back – exactly how Dylan likes it. Dylan looks at his wife like a dog with a bone, but at the same time, inwardly cannot fathom how he managed to land someone so damn sexy.
Dylan: Babe, you’re looking beautiful. How long before we land at JFK?
Lissandra: Thank-you sweetheart. You’re looking damn good yourself – I’ve always liked that suit of yours. I can’t wait for some fun tonight. But you have to get through Conan first.
Lissandra playfully winks at Dylan whilst leaning forward to stroke the inside of his leg. Dylan can barely contain himself. He smirks wanting to fuck his wife right there on the plane, but Lissandra shakes her head, smiling to deny him the opportunity.
Lissandra: Not yet baby. I think it’s about another hour before JFK. We’ll land, get to the hotel, get something to eat…
Dylan: … Fuck… ?
Lissandra smiles cheekily, poking her tongue out and winking. To wind Dylan up even further she neither confirms or denies his suggestion of some horizontal gymnastics this time and merely continues with what SHE was going to suggest.
Lissandra: And then it’ll be all about going to the TV studios. Are you changing before?
Dylan: Well, Lissie sweetie… that depends on one thing…
Lissandra: Oh? And what would that be?
Dylan: Whether you’re joining me in the shower baby…
Lissandra bursts out laughing.
Lissandra: Would you stop?
Dylan: No chance.
Dylan stands up walking the three or so steps over to his wife and pulls her up, so she too is standing. The couple embrace in a kiss still laughing and joking like school kids.
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Sometime later and the Thomas’s are in New York City in new attire. This time, Dylan is dressed in a black suit, white shirt and black tie and Lissandra is in her favourite long, black Versace ballgown. She is, as ever stunning. They are at the TV studios for the Conan O’ Brien show. Backstage in the Green Room whilst they are waiting to go on, Lissandra receives a text message to her phone and upon reading it bursts out laughing. Dylan who believes his wife to be the cutest woman on the planet for a multitude of reasons cannot help but smile himself.
Dylan: What is it baby?
Lissandra: Oh, baby! Baby… I’ve had word who your opponent is for your debut.
Dylan cocks an eyebrow and smirks.
Dylan: Yeah?
Lissandra: Honey, your opponent calls themselves ‘Xtreme’! Spelled… get this: X-T-R-E-M-E! Seems like the fortunes are favouring you, Dylan…
Dylan: Oh my god! If this fool doesn’t scream ‘jobber to the stars’, I don’t know what does babe!
Lissandra: Well turns out he’s former hardcore champion.
Dylan: With that name? What else could he be?
Dylan begins to laugh. Lissandra smiles, stands up and walks over to her man from behind who is sat on a chair nearest the mirror looking into it. She lovingly drapes her arms around his shoulders and kisses him on the cheek.
Lissandra: Baby, on Friday, 30th August, everyone is going to see what your loving wife already knows: That you are ‘Perfection Personified’.
Lissandra looks at Dylan in the mirror, winks and pats him on the shoulders for encouragement.
Lissandra: Now...baby. Tonight, tonight you go out there and you show the world why I married Dylan Thomas.
Dylan: Baby… if I do that, they’ll kick us out of the studio.
Dylan winks at his wife who shakes her head whilst smiling.
Lissandra: That’s not what I meant.
Dylan: I know.
Suddenly the Thomas’s are interrupted by a knock at the door.
Dylan: What?
Backstage Assistant: Five minutes, Mr. Thomas!
Dylan: Thanks!
Dylan stands up, allowing Lissandra to straighten his tie. The two embrace in a hug and kiss, take each other by the hand and walk out of the door to the Green Room into the hallway backstage. From where Dylan and Lissandra are standing just off-stage, they can hear Conan O’Brien make his introductions.
Conan: Welcome back. OK I’m sure a lot of you who are fans of wrestling have heard that the GCWA has re-opened its doors. Well… tonight, we’re lucky enough to have on the show one of its newest signees. You may also remember him from a few years ago in some smaller federations… Ladies and Gentlemen… with his beautiful wife Lissandra, all the way from Hollywood, California, please welcome ‘Perfection Personified’ himself, Dylan Thomas!
Dylan and Lissandra walk out on stage in front of the studio audience who are whooping and hollering and wave in appreciation. They walk over to the sofas near to where Conan sits behind his desk and sit down, taking the time to shake his hand.
Conan: Guys, it’s great to have you here.
Dylan & Lissandra: Thank-you.
Dylan: Conan, buddy… before we get started… I just wanted to say that Lissandra and I, we’re huge fans of yours.
Lissandra: It’s true. We watch you every week.
Conan: Really? Well thank-you that’s great to know. Now, Dylan… you’ve been out of the wrestling business for quite some time now, isn’t that right?
Dylan: Yeah. That’s true.
Conan: What made you decide to go back? I mean, it can’t be for financial reasons. Ladies and gentlemen, do you know what I heard today? Dylan and Lissandra have their own private plane – guys is that true?
Dylan and Lissandra flash their whitest grins to the studio audience and nod their heads.
Lissandra: Yeah, we do.
Conan: Can you believe it? I still have to get up at five AM and fly economy.
Lissandra reaches for Conan’s hand and taps it.
Lissandra: Maybe you’re in the wrong job, Conan!
Dylan and Lissandra laugh along with the studio audience.
Dylan: What made me go back? Hmm I guess ‘Fortune and Glory, kid. Fortune and Glory’. Do you know where that’s from Conan?
Conan: Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom…
Dylan: Ha! Very good!
Conan: OK… so do you know who you’re facing in your debut yet?
Lissandra smiles broadly and nods her head.
Lissandra: Actually it’s just come through while we were waiting to come out here tonight! Does anyone want to see how a wrestling promo is done live and in person?
Conan: I think we want to see that, don’t we everyone?
The studio audience whoop and cheer again.
Conan: Dylan, look to camera two for me.
Dylan: Camera two, OK.
Dylan searches for camera two for a few brief seconds and eventually finds it. His expression turns deadly serious.
Dylan: Xtreme… Your name might’ve seemed cool about twenty years ago when everyone spelt their name in such an…
Dylan raises his hands and proceeds to do quotation marks with them.
Dylan: … Edgy way. But here in the year 2019. It’s downright stupid man. Granted, it’s true, we have yet to meet. But the way you spell your name tells me everything I need to know about Friday. You’re a loser man! I’m going to walk into Friday Night Inferno arm in arm with my gorgeous wife, I’m going to beat the crap out of you and then I’m going to drop you with either the Perfect Finisher, the Mind Your Head, Bitch or I may even tap you out with the Hollywood Cloverleaf. I haven’t decided yet.
Dylan stands up and walks towards the camera.
Dylan: But what I do know, is this: Next Friday, at Inferno… you’re going to wish you’d had never been born. Remember kid… I’m ‘Perfection Personified’ and you? You’re nothing. But maybe come Friday Night Inferno, August 30...Texas! You may be a former hardcore champion, but bashing someone’s skull in with a steel chair isn’t wrestling. I’m going to show you how it’s done: I’m gonna make you famous!
Dylan stares intently into the camera for a few seconds as the studio audience once again whoop and cheer as Conan and Lissandra applaud
Conan: Wow…! That… was intense!
Dylan smiles once again and walks back towards the sofas.
Dylan: Yeah thank-you. Hahaha Sometimes they’re longer than that but, I know we don’t really have a lot of time tonight.
Conan: I see. Well finally… Dylan, I have to ask: ‘Perfection Personified’? Who came up with that?
Dylan: That… that was all me… Conan… Do you remember when you were in school and you were the high school athlete that everyone wanted to emulate and all the cheerleaders wanted to get with?
Conan: Not really.
Dylan smiles and leans forward looking Conan right in the eye.
Dylan: Well, that was me. That was me then and me now. Nothing’s changed. Well except that I am now married to the most beautiful girl on the planet…
The crowd let out a collective ‘awwwww’ causing Lissandra to blush.
Dylan: Before I go… I promised some guy back in Hollywood I would do this… Can someone bring it out please?
Suddenly a stage hand brings out a huge plastic cheque.
Dylan: Conan, here’s $250,000. I want you to give it to a charity of your choosing.
Conan looks shocked and the crowd look on cheering.
Conan: Thank-you very much Dylan. This will go to Cancer Research. Right, don’t go anywhere because after the break we’ll get word from the band Downstait! We’ll be right back!
The show’s theme song begins to play as the studio audience applaud and Dylan and Lissandra make their way backstage after waving off camera.
Lissandra: You were brilliant baby!
Dylan: As were you sweetheart. Do you want to get out of here now?
Lissandra: You bet I do….
Dylan and Lissandra make their way out of the TV studios and back to their New York City hotel where they enjoy the lovely view of Central Park with some ice cold champagne. They lock their hotel door and clink their glasses together, watching the rest of the night go by. They kiss once again and Lissandra rests her head on Dylan’s shoulder, watching the stars.
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The power couple to end all power couples is sat opposite one another enjoying ice cold champagne and laughing and joking. Dylan is wearing one of his favourite suits – dark pastel grey with navy blue shirt and dark tie. Lissandra meanwhile is looking stunning as always in a white dress with high heels. Her long black hair straight down her back – exactly how Dylan likes it. Dylan looks at his wife like a dog with a bone, but at the same time, inwardly cannot fathom how he managed to land someone so damn sexy.
Dylan: Babe, you’re looking beautiful. How long before we land at JFK?
Lissandra: Thank-you sweetheart. You’re looking damn good yourself – I’ve always liked that suit of yours. I can’t wait for some fun tonight. But you have to get through Conan first.
Lissandra playfully winks at Dylan whilst leaning forward to stroke the inside of his leg. Dylan can barely contain himself. He smirks wanting to fuck his wife right there on the plane, but Lissandra shakes her head, smiling to deny him the opportunity.
Lissandra: Not yet baby. I think it’s about another hour before JFK. We’ll land, get to the hotel, get something to eat…
Dylan: … Fuck… ?
Lissandra smiles cheekily, poking her tongue out and winking. To wind Dylan up even further she neither confirms or denies his suggestion of some horizontal gymnastics this time and merely continues with what SHE was going to suggest.
Lissandra: And then it’ll be all about going to the TV studios. Are you changing before?
Dylan: Well, Lissie sweetie… that depends on one thing…
Lissandra: Oh? And what would that be?
Dylan: Whether you’re joining me in the shower baby…
Lissandra bursts out laughing.
Lissandra: Would you stop?
Dylan: No chance.
Dylan stands up walking the three or so steps over to his wife and pulls her up, so she too is standing. The couple embrace in a kiss still laughing and joking like school kids.
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Sometime later and the Thomas’s are in New York City in new attire. This time, Dylan is dressed in a black suit, white shirt and black tie and Lissandra is in her favourite long, black Versace ballgown. She is, as ever stunning. They are at the TV studios for the Conan O’ Brien show. Backstage in the Green Room whilst they are waiting to go on, Lissandra receives a text message to her phone and upon reading it bursts out laughing. Dylan who believes his wife to be the cutest woman on the planet for a multitude of reasons cannot help but smile himself.
Dylan: What is it baby?
Lissandra: Oh, baby! Baby… I’ve had word who your opponent is for your debut.
Dylan cocks an eyebrow and smirks.
Dylan: Yeah?
Lissandra: Honey, your opponent calls themselves ‘Xtreme’! Spelled… get this: X-T-R-E-M-E! Seems like the fortunes are favouring you, Dylan…
Dylan: Oh my god! If this fool doesn’t scream ‘jobber to the stars’, I don’t know what does babe!
Lissandra: Well turns out he’s former hardcore champion.
Dylan: With that name? What else could he be?
Dylan begins to laugh. Lissandra smiles, stands up and walks over to her man from behind who is sat on a chair nearest the mirror looking into it. She lovingly drapes her arms around his shoulders and kisses him on the cheek.
Lissandra: Baby, on Friday, 30th August, everyone is going to see what your loving wife already knows: That you are ‘Perfection Personified’.
Lissandra looks at Dylan in the mirror, winks and pats him on the shoulders for encouragement.
Lissandra: Now...baby. Tonight, tonight you go out there and you show the world why I married Dylan Thomas.
Dylan: Baby… if I do that, they’ll kick us out of the studio.
Dylan winks at his wife who shakes her head whilst smiling.
Lissandra: That’s not what I meant.
Dylan: I know.
Suddenly the Thomas’s are interrupted by a knock at the door.
Dylan: What?
Backstage Assistant: Five minutes, Mr. Thomas!
Dylan: Thanks!
Dylan stands up, allowing Lissandra to straighten his tie. The two embrace in a hug and kiss, take each other by the hand and walk out of the door to the Green Room into the hallway backstage. From where Dylan and Lissandra are standing just off-stage, they can hear Conan O’Brien make his introductions.
Conan: Welcome back. OK I’m sure a lot of you who are fans of wrestling have heard that the GCWA has re-opened its doors. Well… tonight, we’re lucky enough to have on the show one of its newest signees. You may also remember him from a few years ago in some smaller federations… Ladies and Gentlemen… with his beautiful wife Lissandra, all the way from Hollywood, California, please welcome ‘Perfection Personified’ himself, Dylan Thomas!
Dylan and Lissandra walk out on stage in front of the studio audience who are whooping and hollering and wave in appreciation. They walk over to the sofas near to where Conan sits behind his desk and sit down, taking the time to shake his hand.
Conan: Guys, it’s great to have you here.
Dylan & Lissandra: Thank-you.
Dylan: Conan, buddy… before we get started… I just wanted to say that Lissandra and I, we’re huge fans of yours.
Lissandra: It’s true. We watch you every week.
Conan: Really? Well thank-you that’s great to know. Now, Dylan… you’ve been out of the wrestling business for quite some time now, isn’t that right?
Dylan: Yeah. That’s true.
Conan: What made you decide to go back? I mean, it can’t be for financial reasons. Ladies and gentlemen, do you know what I heard today? Dylan and Lissandra have their own private plane – guys is that true?
Dylan and Lissandra flash their whitest grins to the studio audience and nod their heads.
Lissandra: Yeah, we do.
Conan: Can you believe it? I still have to get up at five AM and fly economy.
Lissandra reaches for Conan’s hand and taps it.
Lissandra: Maybe you’re in the wrong job, Conan!
Dylan and Lissandra laugh along with the studio audience.
Dylan: What made me go back? Hmm I guess ‘Fortune and Glory, kid. Fortune and Glory’. Do you know where that’s from Conan?
Conan: Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom…
Dylan: Ha! Very good!
Conan: OK… so do you know who you’re facing in your debut yet?
Lissandra smiles broadly and nods her head.
Lissandra: Actually it’s just come through while we were waiting to come out here tonight! Does anyone want to see how a wrestling promo is done live and in person?
Conan: I think we want to see that, don’t we everyone?
The studio audience whoop and cheer again.
Conan: Dylan, look to camera two for me.
Dylan: Camera two, OK.
Dylan searches for camera two for a few brief seconds and eventually finds it. His expression turns deadly serious.
Dylan: Xtreme… Your name might’ve seemed cool about twenty years ago when everyone spelt their name in such an…
Dylan raises his hands and proceeds to do quotation marks with them.
Dylan: … Edgy way. But here in the year 2019. It’s downright stupid man. Granted, it’s true, we have yet to meet. But the way you spell your name tells me everything I need to know about Friday. You’re a loser man! I’m going to walk into Friday Night Inferno arm in arm with my gorgeous wife, I’m going to beat the crap out of you and then I’m going to drop you with either the Perfect Finisher, the Mind Your Head, Bitch or I may even tap you out with the Hollywood Cloverleaf. I haven’t decided yet.
Dylan stands up and walks towards the camera.
Dylan: But what I do know, is this: Next Friday, at Inferno… you’re going to wish you’d had never been born. Remember kid… I’m ‘Perfection Personified’ and you? You’re nothing. But maybe come Friday Night Inferno, August 30...Texas! You may be a former hardcore champion, but bashing someone’s skull in with a steel chair isn’t wrestling. I’m going to show you how it’s done: I’m gonna make you famous!
Dylan stares intently into the camera for a few seconds as the studio audience once again whoop and cheer as Conan and Lissandra applaud
Conan: Wow…! That… was intense!
Dylan smiles once again and walks back towards the sofas.
Dylan: Yeah thank-you. Hahaha Sometimes they’re longer than that but, I know we don’t really have a lot of time tonight.
Conan: I see. Well finally… Dylan, I have to ask: ‘Perfection Personified’? Who came up with that?
Dylan: That… that was all me… Conan… Do you remember when you were in school and you were the high school athlete that everyone wanted to emulate and all the cheerleaders wanted to get with?
Conan: Not really.
Dylan smiles and leans forward looking Conan right in the eye.
Dylan: Well, that was me. That was me then and me now. Nothing’s changed. Well except that I am now married to the most beautiful girl on the planet…
The crowd let out a collective ‘awwwww’ causing Lissandra to blush.
Dylan: Before I go… I promised some guy back in Hollywood I would do this… Can someone bring it out please?
Suddenly a stage hand brings out a huge plastic cheque.
Dylan: Conan, here’s $250,000. I want you to give it to a charity of your choosing.
Conan looks shocked and the crowd look on cheering.
Conan: Thank-you very much Dylan. This will go to Cancer Research. Right, don’t go anywhere because after the break we’ll get word from the band Downstait! We’ll be right back!
The show’s theme song begins to play as the studio audience applaud and Dylan and Lissandra make their way backstage after waving off camera.
Lissandra: You were brilliant baby!
Dylan: As were you sweetheart. Do you want to get out of here now?
Lissandra: You bet I do….
Dylan and Lissandra make their way out of the TV studios and back to their New York City hotel where they enjoy the lovely view of Central Park with some ice cold champagne. They lock their hotel door and clink their glasses together, watching the rest of the night go by. They kiss once again and Lissandra rests her head on Dylan’s shoulder, watching the stars.
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